A sunny afternoon in Luck's Best, a new community formed in an attempt to farm the land for foods. Being the desert planet that Filgaia is it was hard to be a farmer. However, a year ago today a man came here and farmed and it grew, and the brought many others here as well. Today it brings Virginia and Jet to the market where they sold some hard to come by vegetables and fruits—especially some heal berries and the like.
"Say...what do you think is going on there, Jet?" Virginia questioned the annoyed Jet who did not want to come along to see some dumb vegetables to begin with.
Virginia was speaking about a large formation of people at the end of the line of kiosks. "Dunno."
"Wanna check it out?" She wondered with an enthusiastic smile. Before he could answer they were already with the rest of the group. In the middle was a man in a black cloak—not smart to wear in the desert—that obscured the rest of his features. He was a bit shorter than Jet though. Jet peers at the man with interest. So what would a man that was so inferior be such a hot item? Something was bugging him.
"I see...a handsome man coming into your life." The robed man stated to the woman he held the hand of.
"Oh, wow...I wonder who?" She giggles.
Jet's ear is caught by a woman who stood next to him. "That's Bael the prophet." She said aside to Jet.
"Does he...charge for his services?" Jet questioned.
"Sixty gella, but it's well-spent."
"Why is the guy taking money for this?" Jet questioned. "Do you people like paying con-artists? You may as well pay me if that's what you like to do."
"Who was that?" A man's voice rose above the others. "A non-believer." The crowd moved as Bael singled out Jet. Each giving a menacing glare, well, Bael's eyes were covered in dark, but the sense of what was happening was evident.
Jet shrugged. "I believe in supernatural things and all. Just not the fact that you're a prophet."
"I see you have an ARM." Bael comments. "Draw it."
Jet hesitates before taking it to his hand. "All right, now what?"
"Shoot me." Jet did, but when it was all over Bael was behind him. Jet turned and fired again and Bael showed up a foot away from it in an instance. "Do you see...I know where you'll fire before you do." Bael grinned.
"Do you?" Jet questioned. "I noticed something else before you dodged. Watch!" Jet moves his hand and Bael dodges, but a shot was never fired. "If you knew my moves...shouldn't you have known I wouldn't fire?"
Jet moves forward and rips a part of the man's cloak as he moved away. Thousands of paper thrown about the plaza. The crowd gaped. "Hey! These are fake prophecies and readings!" They protested.
Bael gave a snarl. "How dare you? I will show you no mercy now!"
Flames take Jet as the crowd scatters. Not phased by the flames Jet calmly walks toward the cloaked man. "An illusion can't harm one who knows it's fake." He calmly states as the flames die out. "I've seen someone who can do this for real. I can tell the difference." Jet lashes out at Bael who dodges like he had earlier. All of the attacks following as well were equally dodged.
"Give up, you can't defeat me, one who knows your actions ahead of time." Bael warned.
"I've figured that one as well." Jet grinned as he tossed his ARM to the air and ran forward at Bael. The attack dodged once more.
"Where's his ARM?" A woman questioned. They had been watching it in the air and it was no longer there. It was on the ground in the dirt.
"So...I was right." Jet commented. "You can freeze organisms. You can dodge me in that moment, but you can't freeze my ARM. Before every shot I fired and every attack you were stopping me and moving out of the way.
Bael growled. "You've ruined me all in one day."
"It was only your own cheap tricks that ruined you." Jet waved him off. "I have my own!" Without warning a large flower swallows Bael up throwing the false prophet into a state of unconsciousness. It was now that the crowd finally dispersed seeing no reason to stay.
"That was amazing Jet!" Virginia said with enthusiasm. "I didn't know you knew magic."
"Oh...you mean that stupid flower trick?" He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He pulls out a single red rose. "It was all really this one." The two stared at the flower. "Uh...here." He hands it to Virginia gently.
"For me? Thank you Jet." She smiles as she looks at it with a blush. "Ow." She reels back in slight pain.
"Hit a thorn?"
"Yeah...that's never a good sign." She states as she puts the rose in her bag and puts her finger to her mouth.
"Let me look at it." She hesitantly does so. "Not that bad of a cut. You've had worse. We should probably clean it though."
"Um, Jet? Where did you get this? Roses don't grow out here."
"I...uh...have my ways."
"Do you...grow them in your room or something?" She laughs. She notices his blush.
"Uh...yeah...I have a few...growing." He kicks the ground a bit.
She stands with mouth agape. She did not expect him to say anything at all. If he did she thought at least he'd only say something of no consequence. "Jet?"
"Don't tell anyone." He says roughly and turns away with his usual cold stare as he made off into town.
"Hey! We still have to go shopping!" She chased after as quick as possible.